Claria could not trust her voice to answer him. A few seconds of awkward silence passed, then Og began to sing over the stones, his brow wrinkled in concentration. The magic came to the stones, white light pouring over the songmage and the girl as they faded into the brightness. In a heartbeat, they were gone, the scarlet flash of Claria's hair ribbon lingering for a brief moment afterward in the myrrh-and-bergamot-scented air.
High above the shattered Chimes, a dark whirlwind scattered the broken ganzite crystals and stirred up stinging clouds of sand as it passed slowly overhead, searching.
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